Lords and ladies whirling on the dance floor. Swishing taffeta, glittering jewels, laughter, heavy perfume...civilized life. I hate it all. Still, I had to attend social functions now and then by way of courting support for the war effort. Right. Why should any of those fine lords and ladies care about the misery of the southern provinces? It wasn't affect...
"IT'S NOT FOR YOU" Author's note: It never ceases to amaze me that people read stories online that are entitled "Cuckold," and then get upset (and offensive!) that the stories are about the excitement of having an unfaithful wife. If such a story disturbs you, you can stop reading now. Otherwise, you might be... disturbed. Also, if you are looking for grap...
It was a balmy September morning in Rome when Sister Juliana and I went to shop for fresh vegetables. The market was bustling with local restauranteurs and minions of the wealthy, anxious to find the best produce for the day's menus. Walking through the market purposefully, we looked everything over before approaching a vendor to haggle. We knew several of t...
Nowadays, Ona Zee spends more of her time producing and directing adult films than starring in them. One of her early efforts in this venture was Strippers, Inc. 1-4 for VCA Pictures. The series revolved around a strippers-for-hire business owned by a philandering husband (Jon Dough) and his wife (Ona Zee), and all the backstabbing and fucking that goes on b...
Author's Note: This is my opinion on how to create and operate a successful chain story. It's by no means the only way and it's not what you may find is your way, but for me it works. Enjoy and good luck if you do decide to one day construct your own chain story on Lit. ~ Red Some of you reading this may already know what a chain story is and just enjoy re...
Jenny Jones, the filthiest, randiest woman David Rutter, vicar of Chigwell had ever experienced had drained him dry until he was shooting dust. So much so, he had been forced to sleep in and forego his morning blow job from Mrs. McNab, his housekeeper and general factotum. In fact it was two days later before his cock lost sufficient soreness to be handled....
Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations. (c) 2003 Couture *********** I blinked away the tears welling in my eyes and looked at the cute brunette in front of me critically. She wore white. White heels, white stockings, white g-string panties, white lace corset. The corset was tight and gave her...
In addition to the really nice picnic lunch that Irene had prepared for us, I had also brought along a couple of small beach umbrellas. My intent to provide a little shade, but more importantly to perhaps give us a little privacy as well from prying eyes. Provided of course we could even find a semi-secluded spot away from anyone else. I liked the fact that...
New Orleans 1812 Chapter One Jacques Du Bourg awoke from his restless sleep and shifted uncomfortably in the large four-post bed. Immediately, his thoughts drifted to his beloved Celeste. He never slept soundly when she was not by his side. He was hopelessly in love with the beautiful slave woman who captured his heart. Unfortunately, their love was forb...
New York City, March 2001 David Anami leaned back on the black leather sofa with a deep sigh, casting a glance at the clock. It was 3:00 in the morning, and the nightlife of the city below was still going strong. So was his restlessness. He briefly closed his eyes and listened to the distant honking of horns, the swish of tires on the pavement. They were t...